Up pancakes, sausage, and orange juice. Chance got up on his own. Hope that’s normal. But sure, it’s not for an 11-year-old. No comments about my cooking, but it was all just heat and go. The whole time thinking my mom and dad did me no favors growing up we worked hard doing guy stuff as dad called it Mom took care of mom stuff. Now I’m lost on half the parenting stuff I was always working on the ranch are off driving a truck. When I was home Bailey was no better when I tried to help around the house got told it’s easier if I do it, in the time it takes me to show you I can do it go play with your guy's toys.
Chance: Dad, did you wash clothes I don’t have anything clean
Me: you couldn’t have told me last night
Chance: You didn’t ask mom just did it
Me: I know Buddy (his nickname) but it's just us now, you can just help me today I’ll call the school.
Chance: really what are you doing
Me: laundry, I guess. Then saddle up and move those yearlings to the Turley place
Chance: Ok, but you can’t yell if I do something wrong like normal
Me: I don’t yell
Chance: you do all the dads do when they work cattle ask anybody
Me: We don’t yell to be mean it is so nobody gets hurt. And I won’t it be a fun day I promise
Chance: bet not (off he went to his room he went)
Read the directions on the laundry soap, no help so went for it may be clothes shopping. Hooked up trailer saddled Buck and Gary loaded they went back to the house called Chance.
Chance: you washed all my stuff what do I wear
Me: I left the jeans you wore Sunday
Chance: Mom said Those are only for Sunday
I want to say so bad your mom left us she doesn’t have a say anymore. I know that’s not an option, it is his mom.
Me: it will be OK
Chance: came out and got in the truck no shirt, no shoes just jeans
Me: you need a shirt, socks, and your boots
Chance: you put them in the washer.
Me: there are T-shirts and socks in the dyer we can see if they are dry
Chance: see you are already mad and we haven’t even left and you did not do the washing mom made sure we had clean clothes
Me: I’m not mad at you I didn’t think about laundry that’s on me
The load was dry Chance puts on his shirt and socks
Me: get your boots and we can go have a good day
Chance: One of my boots is in Mom’s truck she didn’t make me wear them.
Me: that’s fine get your Nikes
Chance: I put them in the washer they needed washed. I can wear my boot
Me: what is the deal with you and shoes
Chance: mom didn’t care I knew you would just get mad about something
Me: I’m not mad Buddy, I just don’t get it. It’s fine you will be on buck
Chance: what’s that mean wear my socks are my boot and sock
Me: Buddy it is your call, not a big deal either way
I don’t get a lot of his thinking I know it’s a sock for him, mom just leaving and me gone 4 or 5 days a week. I’m sure he had one set of rules when I was gone and another when I was home. I had a friend in high school that dad was a trucker and he talked about that a lot.
Ok, enough we had a good day Buddy laughed and talk a lot nothing better than being on the mild of a pasture, sitting on a horse all day getting the job done on the way home Chance said see dad you can go all day without yelling. Stopped at Jay's and had dinner that boy ate like a pig pretty sure that was a reflection on my cooking. By the time we got home, he out just carried him in and put him to bed. Note to self don’t wash red colors with whites guess we order new socks and T-shirts alone with underwear that god for Amazon. Hope chance thinks it is funny in the morning when he gets ready for school.